Sassy Shooter Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Natasha. Stay with me and watch her. If she so much as twitches in the wrong direction, shoot her.” I’m no threat to her, but I won’t hand her control over the situation. Sara laughs as if I’m playing make-believe.I guess she never expected me in such way. “ Wow! You seems to learn so fast because I have heard so much of a weakling like you, anyways “I’m carrying no weapons, silly girl.” She spins in a circle, showing off her toned figure in an outfit tighter than skin. Her heels are a glossy patent leather, and her jeweled bag bumps against her hip as she enters the room. “Where would I hide a gun?”

I nearly screamed, “Sarissa, are you fucking crazy?!” “Relax, nobody's shooting anyone,” she stops, then adds, “Hopefully.” She stuffs the gun back in and looks at me straightly, “Look, I won't have to shoot anyone if everything goes according to plan. Busy best believe if anything happens to you, I'm blowing this fucking place off.” Sarissa looks dead serious. It scares me. “Game's on, princess. We've got a wife to snatch and a heart to conquer. Let's go!” She turns me around and shoves me forward and I almost stumble as I launch ahead.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

“You know what I’m talking about. You act like you are the best in the Faction, when that’s not true. I have more kills than you, by a long shot.” I snorted, “That’s because you take the easy assignments that even a child could clear.” Connor grabbed his handgun and held it pointed at me as he took a step forward. “Bitch, shut the fuck up.” He was fuming, shaking with rage. I raised my hands up, not willing to move an inch. He took a couple of breaths and then dropped the gun. “That’s when I came up with this glorious plan to take you out. Then you really wouldn’t be able to act so smug, because you’d be dead.”

Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows. Further along, she encountered an area where assassins honed their marksmanship skills. Rows of shooting ranges lined the walls, with targets of varying shapes and sizes. The sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the air as expert marksmen tested their precision and control. Bullet casings littered the floor, evidence of countless hours spent perfecting their deadly art.

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

Immediately he let go of her neck. She slumped onto him, and he hugged her tightly. He noticed that she is taking short bursts of breath as soon as he let her go. He relaxed immediately. Sussane is a nurse and she knows what kind of drug to give to make a person go s*x crazy forever. This is the same kind of drug that is usually used by traffickers to control the victim.

The sound of the gunshot rang out, and Kent collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from the wound in his abdomen. “No!” Samara screamed, the gun slipping from her hand in shock. She turned toward me, her face twisted in rage. I didn’t hesitate. I tackled her, knocking her to the ground. The struggle was fierce, both of us fighting for control of the weapon, but I was fueled by rage and desperation. I pushed Samara off me, managing to grab the gun. My hands shook as I aimed it at her, but I didn’t waver. “You never win, Samara,” I said, my voice cold and steady.

"If you're not fighting, stay out of the way." Maya hesitated, her wide eyes darting between Damian and the advancing shadows. Then she ducked behind a cluster of old crates, her face pale. Sage didn’t have time to question her. The first attacker burst into view, dressed in black tactical gear, a rifle raised. Without hesitation, Sage squeezed the trigger, her shots hitting their mark. The man dropped, his weapon clattering to the floor. “More incoming!” Elias shouted from his position. Three more figures emerged, firing as they advanced. Sage pressed herself against the wall, her breathing steady despite the storm of bullets. Damian returned fire, his aim precise, his movements calculated.

Sar-face asked. “Because it is impossible for a dead man to shoot anyone,” Lucas said. Scar-face scrunched his nose. “A wha-” The deafening crack of a gunshot exploded through the alley, but it wasn’t from Scar-face’s gun. Scar-face’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth forming a perfect “O” as the pistol slipped from his fingers. He stumbled forward one step, then another, before crumpling to the ground like a marionette with cut strings. Behind him stood Tiffany, her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, a smoking gun still extended in her perfectly manicured hands.